Chapter 83 Entanglements and Appeals
Jacob's impression of her still lingered on the scene a few days ago when she angrily tossed a bowl of porridge in his direction.
Angry and defiant, she was like an enraged cat.
Unlike now, standing nervously on the side with her head lowered, she had put away all her sharpness.
Under Jacob's scrutiny, Avery suppressed her discomfort and spoke softly, "I need your help."
Jacob chuckled lightly, crossed his legs, took out a cigarette from the case, and had a sarcastic expression on his face.
"Avery, what kind of act are you putting on today?"
Not far away, a rich second-generation named Ezra Hawthorne also had a discerning eye. He noticed that Jacob's attitude towards her was different and quickly stepped forward.
"Who here doesn't want to ask Mr. Hill for help? Young lady, asking for help should be done with sincerity. Don't forget to light Mr. Hill's cigarette."
Avery was urged to approach Jacob. He leaned lazily against the cushion and looked indolent.
In addition to the two years of coldness and antagonism, he used to be more polite and restrained, never smoking in front of her.
Now, unlike before, he had two buttons of his shirt open, and the dim light above his head made his face appear even deeper and his temperament more unruly.
Avery held the lighter up to Jacob's deep eyes, as if expressing her capriciousness.
Without caring how Jacob viewed her, Avery knelt on one knee on the sofa, leaning forward.
Considering her and Jacob's statuses, she had no choice but to humble herself.
The firelight danced on Jacob's handsome face. He lowered his eyes and had a hint of inexplicable coldness at the corner of his mouth.
"I remember you saying that even if you jumped from the seventh floor, you wouldn't come to me for help."
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